today, i told my mum something.
i told her i wanted to stop piano lessons.
i actually finally told her.
obviously she didn't approve of it lah.

then shortly after that,
i recall myself saying that i wanted to be a piano teacher when i grow up when i was young, either that or i wanted to be a professional pianist.

it was nice, at that time.
nice to have dreams that seem so real.
then when you grow up,
you just start to realise how cruel this world is.


just how many people are so lucky
to be able to get the job of their dreams?
and how many people out there would be willing to pay the price to fufil their dreams?



haha.
hypocripsy.

we always say this this and this,
in the end, we just keep doing that that and that.

all just to survive.